World's Ending
A human dreadnought was designed to deliver massive firepower at range. They were not meant for close combat. Unfortunately, the Reapers did not play by the rules of war.
From the vantage point on his ship Admiral Hackett saw a horrifying sight. Thousands of black ships with glittering lights, almost as if adorned with jewels, bearing down on his force. They had not managed to get a message to the Citadel as it seemed that as the Reapers moved a cloud of darkness descended, allowing no communications in our out. He firmly believed that humanity now stood alone, but against this force even his hardened face registered a moment's fear.
More surprising was the fact that most of the Reapers seemed more interested in forming a line than actually engaging. The human shots against them seemed to only annoy them. Then suddenly from their center, ships burst forward, as if warriors were jumping out from a wall of shields. The barreled through anything before them, coming close to Hackett's own flagship. They were plunging directly towards the planet, towards Earth's most important Megapolis and the heart of government and the military. Nothing seemed to impede their progress. As much firepower as the fleet and orbital stations were pouring on the force before them, only a few kills had been registered, and the flicker of shields absorbing most of their fire was what they saw.
How could he hold against such a force?
Then suddenly, all of the Reapers glowed red, as if possessed with a terrible anger. Bursts of energy, their powerful main guns firing from their tentacles in every direction, struck directly into the front line of the forces arrayed against them. Within moments, ships began disappearing of off Hackett's radar.
What use was evasive action now? Every hit was either critically damaging or a killing blow. All his forces could do was keep firing, hoping to stall this wall of monsters and not allowing any more to break through towards the planet, whose own defenses were about to be tested.